On Wednesday, Fred (aka King Tut) had 3 cysts removed from his little body. We couldn't believe it when we finally saw him - a 5-6 inch gash across the back of his head held together with staples! That didn't include the other two incisions that they made to remove two more. He was so drugged and out of it that Ken really wondered if we would find him alive the next morning due to the trama of the surgery.
On Thursday night, he was feeling good enough to go under Izzy's pen while she was eating, but was smart enough to keep quiet. He stayed outside with me for a while as Ken was cementing a fence post on the new fence line and I was clearing out the area where the barn is going to go.
Tonight was the first time I heard him bark - he visited with the horses while they were eating and then he visited with Drew for a minute when he came over. He's figuring out how to scratch the wounds now, and I'm afraid we are going to have to make him a coney.
Who would have ever thought he'd live to be this old, especially with all the medical problems he's had over the years?
On Thursday night, he was feeling good enough to go under Izzy's pen while she was eating, but was smart enough to keep quiet. He stayed outside with me for a while as Ken was cementing a fence post on the new fence line and I was clearing out the area where the barn is going to go.
Tonight was the first time I heard him bark - he visited with the horses while they were eating and then he visited with Drew for a minute when he came over. He's figuring out how to scratch the wounds now, and I'm afraid we are going to have to make him a coney.
Who would have ever thought he'd live to be this old, especially with all the medical problems he's had over the years?
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